Blake - First day

Blake arrived at the parlor sharp at opening, nerves buzzing under his skin. Aaron clapped him on the back, handing over a key to the private room. 'Ease in, kid. Massage first, upsell the fun stuff. Clients tip big if you play it right.' Jake smirked from the lobby, wiping down counters, while Tyler nodded encouragingly. 'We've got your back.' The morning sun filtered through blinds, casting stripes on the oiled tables, the faint scent of lavender masking deeper musk from overnight escapades.

Blake's first client was a middle-aged exec type, suit shed for a towel, face down on the table. 'Just a deep tissue, shoulders killing me from the desk.' Blake's hands worked methodically—kneading knots along the spine, thumbs digging into traps. The guy relaxed, grunting approval. As Blake moved lower, glutes firm under palms, the client shifted. 'Hey, while you're there... finish me off? Extra fifty.' Blake's pulse quickened—first upsell. He nodded, flipping the towel aside to reveal a thickening cock nestled between thighs. Oiling his palm, Blake gripped the shaft, stroking slow from base to head, thumb circling the ridge. The client sighed, hips lifting slightly. Blake pumped steadily, twisting at the top, feeling veins pulse. Balls drew tight; with a low groan, ropes of cum shot onto the sheet. 'Thanks, man.' He dressed quick, leaving a generous tip. Blake pocketed it, adrenaline high, but one handjob didn't scream success.

Next up, a lanky jogger in his thirties, all legs and no frills. 'Legs only, ran a half-marathon yesterday.' Blake focused there—calves, quads, hamstrings—strong presses releasing tension. No wandering hands, no hints dropped. The guy tipped standard, vanished without a word about extras. Blake frowned, wiping sweat from his brow. Two down, zero real action.

The third client, a burly construction worker built like a tank, booked a full body. 'Make it hurt good.' Blake obliged, elbows into back muscles, forearms on thighs. The man dozed off midway, snoring through the flip. Cock soft and ignored under the drape. Blake finished strong, but again, just a polite nod and base pay tip. 'What's the trick?' Blake muttered to himself, restocking oils. The lobby clock ticked past noon; Aaron was out on errands, Jake buried in a double booking. Blake needed guidance—fast.

Tyler poked his head in during Blake's break, sensing the vibe. 'Rough morning? Clients biting?' Blake slumped on a stool. 'One handjob, two straights. How do you get 'em to go further?' Tyler grinned, all easy confidence, his tank hugging defined pecs. 'Timing and tease. Watch this one—observe from the corner.' A new client entered: mid-forties, salt-and-pepper hair, broad chest straining a polo—divorced dad type, eyes scanning the menu with curiosity. Tyler led him to the room, Blake slipping in quietly to perch on a side chair, half-hidden by a screen.

The man stripped to underwear, prone on the table. Tyler started professional—warm oil drizzled on back, palms gliding in long strokes from neck to waist. 'First time here?' Tyler asked, voice low and smooth. 'Yeah, heard good things.' As hands dipped to lower back, Tyler 'slipped,' fingers brushing inner thighs, grazing the bulge in briefs. The man tensed but didn't pull away. Tyler pressed on, thumbs circling glutes, one digit accidentally-on-purpose nudging balls through fabric. 'Sorry, tight spots.' The client exhaled sharply, cock twitching visibly.

Tyler leaned close during a neck rub, breath hot on ear. 'We offer extras—full release, mouth, or more. Hundred for a fuck, worth every penny.' The man hesitated, then murmured, 'Yeah... let's do it. The full thing.' Tyler's eyes flicked to Blake—lesson one delivered. He tugged the briefs down, ass cheeks parting to show a hairy crack, cock half-hard below. Tyler oiled up, massaging balls directly now, rolling them gently while stroking the shaft to full stiffness—six inches, uncut, leaking clear.

'Blake, come here,' Tyler called softly. 'Time to join.' Blake stood, heart pounding, shedding his shirt as instructed. The client glanced back, no objection, just hungry anticipation. Tyler positioned Blake at the table's head. 'Start with his mouth—get him warmed.' The man turned his head, lips parting. Blake fisted his own cock—girthy, already rigid—and fed it in slow. Wet heat enveloped the head, tongue lapping underside as the man sucked tentatively. 'Deeper,' Tyler coached from the side, hands on Blake's hips guiding shallow thrusts. 'Let him feel it hit the back.' Blake pushed, throat yielding with a gag, saliva coating shaft. The man bobbed, cheeks hollowing, eyes watering but eager.

Tyler stripped fully now, his cock bobbing free—seven inches, veined. He moved to the client's rear, spreading cheeks and spitting on the hole. 'Lube him up, Blake—keep sucking while I prep.' Blake reached back awkwardly, but Tyler handed oil, demonstrating a finger circling the rim before plunging in. The client moaned around Blake's cock, vibrations buzzing up the length. 'Good—add another,' Tyler said, watching Blake's digit join his own, scissoring the tight ring. The hole clenched, then relaxed, pink and slick.

'Your turn to fuck him,' Tyler directed, stepping aside. Blake pulled from the mouth with a pop, strings of spit connecting. He rounded to the ass, Tyler steadying the client's hips. 'Line up—head at the hole, push steady.' Blake pressed in, the girth stretching the rim wide—the man grunted, pushing back. Inch by inch, Blake sank balls-deep, heat gripping like a vice. 'Now thrust—slow at first, find the angle.' Blake rocked, hands on waist, cock dragging out then slamming home. The client gasped, cock jerking untouched below.

Tyler knelt by the table, guiding verbally. 'Faster now—hit that spot inside, make him beg.' Blake picked up pace, hips snapping, balls slapping ass. Sweat beaded on his chest; the room filled with wet slaps and moans. 'Grab his cock—stroke while you pound.' Blake reached under, fisting the shaft in rhythm, thumbing the slit. The man bucked, close.

'Switch—let him ride you,' Tyler suggested, pulling Blake out mid-thrust. They flipped the client onto his back, legs up. Blake lay on the table, cock upright. Tyler helped the man straddle, lowering onto the thickness—ass swallowing it whole, grinding down. 'Ride him hard,' Tyler urged, hands on the client's shoulders pushing. The man bounced, hole clenching, prostate milking Blake's cock. Tyler stood close, stroking himself, then fed his dick into the client's mouth. 'Suck while you fuck—double the fun.' The man slurped messily, throat working Tyler's length.

Blake thrust up from below, guided by Tyler's nods—'Deeper, yeah, make that ass quiver.' The pace built, client's moans muffled, body trembling. 'He's close—finish inside or out?' Tyler asked. Blake grunted, 'Inside.' With a final grind, the man came—cum spurting across Blake's abs in thick jets. Blake followed, pumping hot loads deep into the ass, pulsing with each clench.

Tyler pulled from the mouth, jerking fast. 'Open.' The client obeyed, tongue out; Tyler unloaded across his face—ropes hitting cheeks, lips, chin. He wiped the head clean on the tongue, then helped the man down. 'Shower's there—tip's yours, Blake.' The client dressed, dazed and satisfied, slipping two hundreds into Blake's hand before leaving with a wink.

Tyler clapped Blake's shoulder as they cleaned up. 'See? Tease, offer, deliver. You'll nail it.' Blake nodded, cock still twitching from the rush, confidence blooming. The day wasn't over—more clients waited, and now he knew the moves.

Emboldened, Blake took the next slot solo. A slim office worker, early thirties, booked a Swedish. Blake mirrored Tyler's start—smooth glides, accidental thigh brushes. 'Extras available?' he whispered during a glute knead. The guy flushed but nodded. Blake oiled the cock, stroking to hardness, then bent to suck—lips sealing around the head, tongue swirling. The man thrust up, hands in Blake's hair. 'Fuck me,' he panted. Blake lubed up, entering prone—slow slides building to hard pounds, ass rippling with each impact. Cum filled the hole; tip doubled.

By closing, Blake's pockets bulged. Aaron returned, counting the till. 'Heard you learned quick.' Tyler grinned. 'Kid's a natural.' The parlor hummed, Blake already eyeing tomorrow's bookings, hooked on the heat.